Karen – and anyone else reading this – I’ve provided options in the left column for subscribing to new posts via email and for adding an RSS feed. These should help distribute news about the existence of Farmola. Thanks.
I am Piter Kokoniz. Just want to tell, that I like your blog very much!
And want to ask you: what was the reasson for you to start this blog?
Sorry for my bad english:)
Piter Kokoniz, from Latvia
Piter, It is also a piece of American history, an exodus from San Francisco and the 60′s scene there and one of the many communes that came out of that time period and the bus tour that went through many towns, as Stephen spoke at colleges and churches. So, a fair amount of people have, at least, heard of the Farm through that or through later activities, such as the midwives or Plenty, a charitable organization based on the Farm. But not too many people know about actual life on the Farm. They may have read some of the books, but there are many stories from the people who lived there. I wish more would write their stories, too. Thanks, again, for this site, Cliff.
Not sure if we’ve ever met. I’m Chris from the Farm. Doug’s son-in-law. Got your link off the farmlist and just wanted to say that these are great stories man!!! I’m lovin it! I just subscribed and I’m lookin forward to the next post!
welcome Chris. I’m one of the relative blabbermouths in this little discussion. my aunt was one of the eldest people who made the Caravan and early Farm (she died i n 2001) and I’ve been fascinated by Farm culture and its permutations over time and now space for the decades between then and now. Cliff writes well, doesn’t he? really captures the spirit of those heady days of the early 70s.
I;d love to hear your observations and reflections on present-day Farm culture and your wife’s upbringing on the Farm too.
I just found this blog, and after reading the first few pages, I’m just loving it. The book Monday Night Class, The Caravan, and the folks at the Farm profoundly influenced our lives at the time, even though we only visited, and being Canadians, never really had a chance to live there. As Clifford said, it was therapy to write this blog, and for those of us who lived it, therapy to read it too. It’s now almost 35 years later, my “old lady” just told me a couple weeks ago that she’s gonna finally divorce me after not kissing me since 1983 anyway, and I think back and remember when Stephen married us in Vancouver and wish I’d been able to stay straight with her like I promised I would. Thanks for giving it some words, it means a lot to some of us.